When I Am Not A Lie

“I want to unfold. I don’t want to stay folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.” Rainer Maria Rilke I wake at 6:23 I don’t set an alarm Either my body wakes or the three-year-old satellite that perpetually orbits me enters my atmosphere and crushes me with early morning love […]

How Dare I Get Tired of Fighting Racism?

Here’s the truth: I am tired of fighting racism and even as I type that I can hear my own privilege. I am tired of that too. I spent most of the first half of my life in exclusively white spaces. Everyone in my neighborhood was white, so was everyone at my church, and everyone […]

The Elephant in My Mind

I can feel the sweat collecting into a little river trickling down the small of my back. The summer sun is beating down but I think much of the heat is coming from within, my cheeks always flushing when I am uncomfortable. I sit quietly off to myself while laughter drifts by me, a dream-like […]

When Your Prayer Doesn’t Heal Me (and how you should react)

It’s an ordinary day in the run-up to Christmas and we’re out in town to look for presents. Then, on High Street, we see people with bright clothes and a sign advertising healing prayer, scanning the crowd and looking despondent. Their eyes alight on me, and immediately they brighten. From their scattered positions, they all […]

After Charlottesville I Am Without Words

I like to think of myself as a person of words. I love to read, talk, preach and write—all of which require some facility with language. I even had a dear friend whisper in my ear a week or so ago, “You know what I love about you? Your vocabulary!” My what? Well, okay, I’ll […]